I love to talk when no one listens...
I use the word probably a lot in my journals. That word can probably be interchanged freely with "possibly."
The house that I want now is a different one than the one on Olive Dr. It's so wonderful/lovely/beautiful/perfect.
I'm pretty sure that I've been feeling better about myself for the last two days than I have ever before, and that's exciting.
When I was in the seventh grade, there was this stretch of time during which I went to the Senior Home every Thursday to spend time with the residents. When I go "home" for Christmas break, I hope to go back there to spend time with those residents who have no one with them for the holidays. I also hope to be getting up at a fairly normal hour each morning and taking my dog out for a run... I'm sure that both of us are about as out of shape as the other.
Lastly I have two things: 1) I'm going to start making it a goal to collect at least one lj friend a week, which means I will have to regulate more closely what I type, and 2) Feel free to comment on my previous entry even if you're the person who always comments on my writing (I'm not asking for judgement or literary criticism, just comments).
EDIT 12/08/06: I already found like six new friends, so I don't have to work really hard for the next six weeks if I don't want to.